Post by Amanda Rivers on Jun 24, 2007 18:59:08 GMT -5
Name: Amanda Bree Rivers
Nicknames: Manda, Bree, Manders
Date of Birth: 14/07/1990
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Celeb: Camilla Belle
Picture: www.camilla-belle.net/gallery1/albums/Photoshoots/Hollywood%20Life/normal_03.jpg
Clique: Rockers
Second Clique: none
Appearance:
Nicknames: Manda, Bree, Manders
Date of Birth: 14/07/1990
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Celeb: Camilla Belle
Picture: www.camilla-belle.net/gallery1/albums/Photoshoots/Hollywood%20Life/normal_03.jpg
Clique: Rockers
Second Clique: none
Appearance:
Miss Amanda has jet black hair with bangs that swoop across her forehead. It's also layered, giving her hair the "choppy" look. She has stunning hazel eyes that can stop a man in his tracks. She is fair skinned. Amanda could never keep a tan longer than a week, so she gave up on being a "bronze beauty."Personality:
Her body, that's a different story. Looking for huge boobs? Look somewhere else, Amanda doesn't have the biggest boobs on earth but, she's quite comfortable with them. She's never been self-conscious about her body. Amanda does have a nice hour-glass figure along with a thin frame.
Well, Amanda's personality is of your typical person. Nothing out of the ordinary. She's eccentric and cunning. This girl is also quick at the tongue, she always has a witty remark for something. At times, Amanda can and will be the nicest thing to walk the earth. She's a down to earth girl who puts everyone else before herself.History:
One thing you should watch out for is the inner pregnant dog of Amanda. It's vicious and has no mercy. Unleash the pregnant dog and you're pretty much wishing you didn't do what you did to piss this girl off.
Amanda was born in Fremont, California on September 14th, 1990. She was born into a wealthy family with "a silver sthingy in her mouth." Figuratively speaking, not literally, that'd be weird. Amanda was an only child, so she confined in her friends for the feeling of having a sibling. She was a well mannered girl who was everyone's friend.Family/Friends:
At the age of fourteen, Amanda went through that phase that every teenager in the world was going through. Finding themselves. She went through the emo, punk, preppy, and skater phase for almost three years. When she turned sixteen and hit 9th grade, Amanda stuck with preppy meets punk. Now, she's a sophomore and is ready for some action.
nooneLikes/Dislikes:
Likes:Sample Post:
+music
+concerts
+dancing
+shopping
+starbucks
Dislikes:
+smokers
+heavy drinkers
+liars
+people who judge by looks
The slapping of flip flops echoed throughout the barren hallway as Amanda was escorted to a guarded room that waited at the end of the hall by two men dressed in white uniforms. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders in large curls that bounced with every step that she took. Then men stopped behind her, waving at a guy in another room. The door buzzed and was quickly opened by one of the men.Extra:
Amanda's hazel eyes glanced back at the guards, biting her lower lip. A cold chill shot up her spine as the feeling of being stared down overcame her. Was she scared for her life? Yes, indeed she was. Who wouldn't be? The door shut and the two men made their way into the room with the one way mirror. Amanda spun around, staring at the mirror then at the pale walls. Her eyes landed on a table that was set in the middle of the room with an aged man, cuffed at the hands and feet, sitting on one side. His head was lowered, looking down in shame.
She clutched the bottom of her shirt as she made her way over to the table. Her free hand reached out, pulling the empty chair that was placed on the other side of the table out, quickly sitting down. Her hands clasped together in her lap as she ducked her head in an attempt to see his face. "Dad?" Her soft voice echoed in the room.
Yes, dad. After being in rehab for almost six months, he attempted suicide multiple times before being sent to the insane asylum. Being away from alcohol brought him back to the real world which caused him to become mentally insane. He began having flash backs of the crash four months into rehab.
The man looked up, eyes blood shot. A sullen looked appeared on his face. "Amanda?" The hint of confusion bled through his tone. She nodded her head, while looking at him, "When was the last time you slept?" She questioned, staring at his weathered face. It was rugged and wrinkled. The face almost seemed alien to her, that face wasn't the face of the Derick Rivers that she knew. "Two days ago." He muttered under his breath while looking away from her. A concerned look wiped across her face, "Ar..."
She was cut off by a sudden maniac scream that came from him. Amanda jumped back in her seat, watching him. His hands ran over his face, pulling at his hair.
The two guards made their way into the room along with a nurse trailing behind them. The men pulled Amanda away from the table, motioning her to the door. Tears flooded her eyes, the sight of him contorting his body on the floor. Amanda's eyes met her fathers before making her way out of the building. A scared and mangled look wiped across his face as the nurse injected him with a clear liquid. That was the last time that Amanda ever saw her father.